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    The narrator isolates themselves due to mistrust and anxiety. While in a state of melancholy, they encounter their inner child who represents their painful past experiences with abuse and trauma. By connecting with their inner child and listening to their story, the narrator begins to heal from their own misery and realize they need to make peace with themselves.

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    The narrator isolates themselves due to mistrust and anxiety. While in a state of melancholy, they encounter their inner child who represents their painful past experiences with abuse and trauma. By connecting with their inner child and listening to their story, the narrator begins to heal from their own misery and realize they need to make peace with themselves.

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    Ghost From The Past

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    Vail Denver Velez
    The narrator isolates themselves due to mistrust and anxiety. While in a state of melancholy, they encounter their inner child who represents their painful past experiences with abuse and trauma. By connecting with their inner child and listening to their story, the narrator begins to heal from their own misery and realize they need to make peace with themselves.

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    GHOST FROM THE PAST

    I tend to isolate myself from the harshness reality of the world.


    Mistrust, self-consciousness, anxiety, and the inability to express a word
    Building a wall between me and unreliable somebody
    Always caging my nictophile self in a room of melancholy.

    Through the darkness, I met a girl with a painful past and full of bruises
    She looks like a victim of domestic abuse and/or violence
    She's mourning, seeking for justice and fairness
    Screaming loudly but no one dared… sshhhh, SILENCE!

    I slowly walk towards her, and pat her head


    I glazed on her, I was in awe to see her emotion
    Full of anger, despair, fear; eyes were dead
    I was easily paralyzed as I saw my own reflection.

    I befriended with her, and she start to tell her story


    Every time she utters a word, my heart bleeds with agony
    Then I realized I wasn't fully healed through all the misery
    And the girl who I am talking with was my inner child and that was all… ME

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